The Prime Minister’s Darling

The procession to welcome Gu Changqing's bride was grand, not only featuring the formidable Gu Family Army but also his three younger brothers—Gu Chengfeng, Gu Chenglin, and Gu Yan, along with Gu Xiaoshun, who was regarded as a brother.

The four of them were dressed in the same sapphire blue brocade clothing, standing tall and handsome, forming the ancient version of the most handsome best man team.

Xiao Hen's best man did not earn this honor mainly because Xiao Jingkong was not enough to form a group, he was a solo act.

The last time the Capital City was this lively was when the young Marquis of Zhaodu married the Prime Minister's daughter, an event comparable to a military parade. Naturally, the marriage of the young master of the Gu Family Army could not fall short.

The best men's striking looks drew a lot of attention, but the one who really made people want to scream was the groom, who was in the spotlight.

Since as long as he could remember, Gu Changqing had either been training in the Military Camp or fighting on the battlefield; the silver armor was the attire he wore most, cold as his nickname, the Yama.

Today, he changed into the wedding outfit he'd wear only once in his life, instantly transforming into someone extraordinarily beautiful, dazzling like a peach blossom.

After the Grand Chancellor wedded, the hearts of many young women shattered again; such a gorgeous man, at last, belonged to someone else.

The Yuan Family.

In Yuan Baolin's boudoir, Mrs. Yuan was crying like a tearful mess.

Her daughter had been weak and sickly since childhood, and had to be raised in a Taoist temple. Finally, when she had taken off her Taoist robe, she put on the bridal gown of a woman.

Yuan Baolin in her phoenix crown and embroidered cape, no longer the aloofness of a Taoist nun, her lips red and full, looked brilliantly beautiful.

Yuan Baolin comforted her mother, "Mother, stop crying. I'm just getting married, not going away forever."

Mrs. Yuan tapped her daughter's hand, glaring at her, choked up, "You certainly can't just come back whenever you want! Once married, you are a bride, you must adhere to rules at your husband's home!"

Yuan Baolin pouted. It wasn't a real marriage anyway; she and Gu Changqing had clearly agreed on the terms, she could return to her family anytime, and Gu Changqing would not stop her.

As for the talk of rules, Gu Changqing would accommodate her, so she naturally wouldn't make it difficult for him and would do her best to keep up appearances.

Yuan Baolin sighed helplessly, "I know, I know, you've said it eight hundred times already, I could recite it by heart."

Mrs. Yuan wiped her tears with a handkerchief, "Isn't that because you grew up in the temple, I worry you don't understand worldly rules."

Yuan Baolin said, "I understand, I really do."

It's all written in the storybooks, and she's learning!

"Sister..." Yuan Tong also came over crying, hugging her sister, "I can't bear to let you go..."

"Alright, alright." Yuan Baolin reassured her mother while also comforting her sister.

The Perfect Woman standing by was stunned, she had seen brides and mothers crying together, but never a calm bride comforting the entire family.

The auspicious time arrived, and Yuan Baolin's brother carried her out of the boudoir on his back.

Yuan Tong cried as she ran behind them, "Sister... Sister..."

Gu Changqing received the bride, bowing respectfully to his father-in-law and mother-in-law, "Father, Mother, rest assured, I will take good care of Baolin."

Mrs. Yuan was sobbing uncontrollably.

Mr. Yuan's eyes were red as he heavily patted Gu Changqing on the shoulder, "Remember what you said, go on, Baolin is in your hands now."

As soon as Gu Changqing left, Mr. Yuan turned around, his large hand covering his face, wailing loudly, "Ah... Baolin is married..."

Mrs. Yuan, who was crying sadly, was startled, looking at her own husband as if she had seen a ghost.

—Suddenly encountering someone who could cry even harder than herself, she was so shocked she couldn't even cry anymore.

The wedding procession arrived lively at the Marquis Residence of Ding'an.

Gu Changqing mounted his horse, rode up to the bridal sedan, and stretched out his long, slender fingers.

Yuan Baolin, originally intending to walk down by herself, suddenly caught a glimpse of the hand reaching out for her from beneath her veil.

She was momentarily stunned.

She understood the importance of putting on a full act, and thought it wouldn't hurt to hold hands just once.

She gently placed her soft, delicate hand into Gu Changqing's palm.

Gu Changqing, lacking experience in interacting with women, had only been close to his sister since growing up. His sister's hands bore calluses and scars from work and battle; Yuan Baolin's hand was different.

This was a delicate hand.

He was very worried he might accidentally break it.

He led the bride down from the carriage.

The Matchmaker then slowly arrived with the red silk ribbon; there had been a small mishap earlier, fortunately, the groom had already helped the bride out of the sedan, otherwise how embarrassing it would have been.

She smilingly placed the red silk into the hands of the newlyweds.

The two of them gripped the red silk and walked into the mansion.